Day of the Geechi is Over

I hate it when niggas put me in a box
But, they do not know me
And that goes to show me
The easy way out
Wardanian taught me
Find out what's similar
I am not similar
To anything that you have seen in your life
The way that my brain work
Will keep you all night
Rippin and runnin
And runnin and rippin
And I'm not something you just take a dip in
I am not someone you fuckin forgettin
Favorite thing, warm woolen mitten
Shaka done told you
He really don't need you
I am the Junior
I don't need you either
Nice when I'm nice
Not when I'm not
Cold when I cut you
No one can console you
Yeah, life is a dream
But not as it seems
Nightmare instead
Your heart and your fuckin head



Credits
Writer(s): Iris-victoria Goss
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